Belladonna | 18 +

Eleven | Texts & flea markets

This morning I woke up with a splitting headache and still in all my club clothes curled up on the couch with Livia next to me.

The sun was stinging so brightly into our apartment and its glare of the sun only bounced off the light colours in our apartment.

I slowly opened my eyes to adjust to the light and groaned. "What time is it?" I asked as I slowly opened my eyes.

"I don't know," Livia groaned. "it's definitely way too early." She said.

I sighed and laid my head back down on the couch and just stared at the ceiling. It took me a full minute to realise I didn't really remember much of last night.

"Livia, do you remember much of last night?" I asked her.

"Unfortunately I do," she said.

"Did I—did we do anything stupid?" I sat up and asked her.

Livia sat up too and smiled. "Depends what you mean by stupid." She chuckled.

"Anything worth remembering." I stated.

Livia smiled and sat up straighter than before. "The night was good until you and I stole someone else's alcohol from their table then, I'm pretty sure Ella hooked up with someone from the club and so did you." She said and my eyes widened.

"Me?" I asked in a shocked tone. I wouldn't have hooked up with someone, especially at a club, it's just not who I am at any capacity. "Are you sure?" I asked her.

"Yep," she said confidently, "the lipstick stain on your neck and hickey tell me you at least got close to hooking up."

Lipstick stain? A hickey? Oh fuck, I really hope I didn't actually get with anyone much less someone I knew from the night.

Was I really that drunk I'd forgotten the person I'd hooked up with? It's not quite like me to have meaningless hookups, it's not like me at all and much less hook up with someone while I'm drunk.

Did I even hook up with whoever it was?

"Oh fuck," I sighed and placed a hand to my neck, the side I presumed had a hickey on it. "Anyone I know? We know?" I asked her.

"No idea but you were pissed off when you came back to the table." She said as she stretched. "You kept complaining about how she didn't give you anymore and just teased you." She said. "Felix has to take the tequila off you."

"Oh my god," I pressed my palms to my face. "that's so fucking embarrassing, and I don't even know who this person was." I sighed into my hands.

Livia laughed a little. "It's okay, it's happened to us all once. Count this as an official welcome to Berkeley." She said.

"Official welcome my ass, I'm embarrassed." I retorted while Livia just laughed a little before standing up.

"I'm gonna go sleep my hangover away, I'll see you later B," she said with a smile. I waved goodbye and sank back into the couch for a minute, trying to remember what I did recall from the night.

I remember most things until I joined Livia at the bar again. I remember dancing with all the girls on the dance floor until Ella slipped away with a blonde and Felix crept away with Ava, Livia went back to the bar and I joined her for a round of shots before we danced again.

I know we laughed a shit ton, but most of the night is a blur, I don't remember being or going off with anyone much more hooking up with them—or kissing them.

I shook my head and decided to let my drunken actions be drunken actions before I stood up from the couch and stumbled to my bedroom with a heavy head.